Christmas Eve, in the courtyard of the church.
Before dawn, all the nobles, big and small, had gathered in the largest church in London and started praying (whether it was St. Paul's Church or not, there was no record in French history books). After they finished their morning prayers and the first mass, they suddenly saw a large square stone leaning against the high altar in the courtyard of the church. It looked like marble. In the middle of the platform stood what looked like a steel anvil about a foot high. A sword was stuck into it, the tip of the sword pointing upward, and gold words were engraved around it: "Whoever can pull this sword from the stone platform is the true King of England.”Everyone was very surprised and went to report to the bishop. The bishop then said to them,"Now I order you to remain in the church and continue praying. No one is allowed to touch this sword before the end of the Great Mass.”After the nobles finished their Mass, they all came to look at the stone platform and the sword. After seeing it, some tried to pull out their swords in hopes of becoming kings, but no one could pull them out. The bishop said,"The person who can pull out this sword has not yet arrived, but God will let him know about it."”He added,"In my opinion, we should now select ten knights of the highest reputation to guard this sword.”Thus, he issued another rule,"Anyone who wants to pull out this sword can come and try."
" The one who draws the sword from the stone will become the new King of Great Britain." The news spread throughout Camelot in a short period of time, and countless ambitious and curious people came to the place where the sword was drawn.
According to the rank of nobility, the dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, barons, and other nobles stepped forward to draw their swords. From the way they drew their swords, one could see the attitude of these people. Some nobles who had no ambition for the throne only drew their swords in a low voice and gave up if they could not pull them out. Some nobles showed their ugly faces. Even if they could not pull their swords out, they would still hold onto their swords and pull them out. The sword cut their fingers and shoulders, but they turned a deaf ear.
Many knights blushed, but it was not because they were shy. It was because their king's ugly state was too embarrassing. It was a disgrace to the honor of knights!
" You're so ugly!" Altolia sneered when she saw the ugly faces of these people." How dare you covet my throne? You're courting death!"”Altoria had lived under the tutelage of King Uther's good friend, Sir Actor, for ten years. During these ten years, she had learned all kinds of combat skills. Merlin often came to teach her, and his profound knowledge had allowed Altoria to master a lot of knowledge about politics and controlling people that was necessary for a king. Everything was for today.
Although she wasn't sure, she recalled the history she had learned in her previous life and the anime "Fate/Staynight" that she had thought of because of her name. She was sure that this world might not be her original world, but the world of anime.
He recalled the original life of Altoria, who pretended to be a man and became the king, and then lost her life in the civil strife after she regained the peace of her motherland. As the Knight King, the girl did not hesitate to abandon her human feelings and devoted herself to the ideal of contributing to the country, protecting the country and the people. However, after giving so much, she ended up with the tragic outcome of being betrayed by her family and friends, adding a stain that could not be erased to the proud life of the Knight King.
"I will never let such a tragedy happen to me. I am a king first and a knight second. I will get everything I want." Artolia smiled proudly and thought firmly.
When Wu Huang and Altoria merged, although she had the overwhelming advantage of having an adult soul that was much stronger than the three-year-old Altoria's soul, some changes had happened. The most obvious thing was that he was interested in the way of knights, which he had previously disdained.
She silently chanted the Knight's Mantra in her heart.
"My sword is here. I will remember the virtues of humility, compassion, justice, honor, sacrifice, valor, spirituality, and honesty. I will offer my soul and my life at the feet of the God of Justice. My blood will be spilled on the battlefield with honor. My sword is here, God bless it to be forever sharp. Unless its master bowed his head, it would never break.”
At this moment, everyone, including the Trainee Knights, had finished drawing their swords. Knights were divided into two levels: Knight and Trainee Knight.
Knights were also known as square-flag knights. They were usually wealthy lords. During the battle, they held a rectangular flag (probably held by the attendants) and followed the troops of their own castle. It was called Banne.
The Trainee Knight's flag was also rectangular, but the end was split into a swallowtail shape. After they had military achievements, they could ask the commander to cut off their swallowtail and be promoted to a knight.
Before the Trainee Knights, there were still attendants. Noble children were sent to knight schools (usually castles) as attendants at the age of 14. They followed the older knights to battle, but they would not participate in dangerous frontline battles. Or to wait on the mistress and learn etiquette. They would become Apprentice Knights when they reached adulthood.
No one had succeeded in pulling it out, and now it was silent. Everyone's hearts were filled with depression. Would Camelot fall apart like this without a king? No one knew.
At this moment, a powerful aura of a king burst out from Altoria, and the crowd couldn't help but split apart. With a proud look in her deep green eyes, she walked out with firm steps. He walked to the sword drawing platform.
"I shall be the King of Britain! I am Arthur! Peng! Dragon! The son of King Yosef! I am the Knight King!" With a loud shout that was deafening to the world, he suddenly pulled out his sword. The sword was pulled out as if it was a matter of course, and the surroundings were surrounded by light.
The Sword of Choosing the King, the Sword in the Stone, the Sword of Victory, and the Sword of Broken Steel were all pulled out with brilliant light.
Her expression was calm, neither sad nor happy, neither servile nor overbearing. She gently placed the Sword in the Stone in front of her chest with her jade-like hands and then opened her eyes.
The King's Might was like a tide, engulfing countless people.
No one could react to this situation. Everyone stared blankly at the girl who pulled out the shining sword. They only felt that their hearts were suffocating.
Ignoring everyone's expressions, Artolia looked at Merlin. No, to be precise, she looked at the crown in his hand.
"Wait!" A hysterical voice rang out,"How can a little girl become a king? How was this possible? The tens of thousands of people in front of you must have loosened the king's power, allowing you to pull it out!!”A noble stumbled over and shouted hysterically like a gambler who had lost all his money.
His words immediately caused many nobles below the stage to clamor in agreement. Whether it was those who could not accept a woman as king or those who had other ambitions, they all shouted.
Artolia looked at him coldly. Her sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, which made him bear a great pressure. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he almost fell to the ground.
A cold light flashed, and his head had already flown into the sky. There was still fear and disbelief on his face, and blood spurted out from his neck. Then, he slowly knelt on the ground.
He shook off the blood on the King's Sword, which was the Sword of the Vows of Victory, and the sword became spotless again." Doubting the King and attempting to rebel, death is not to be regretted. Does anyone else have any doubts about the Sword of the King's Selection?
Artolia glanced at the crowd. Her imposing manner was like a lion roaring at the sky. Everyone present, whether they were nobles or commoners, lowered their heads involuntarily under her invisible aura and majesty. No one dared to look at her.
After that, she stabbed her sword into the stone and tried to pull it out again. No one pulled it out after a few tries. No one doubted her anymore.
Artoria took the crown from Merlin's hand and put it on her head. The crown inlaid with dazzling gems was as bright as stars. Wearing it on her head, it added to her nobility and majesty.
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